Luyện nghe bài hát Mirror

Saw time at the end of the day.
Watched the light head west and the sun away,
When a from within whispered "you can't stay",
But I stood my ground knees in a grave.

Below the surface, I'm 6 under.
Left for my loved to cry, to wonder.
And my flesh starts to tear asunder,
I can feel in my skin, the of thunder.

A so loud, that it shakes the ground.
But I be heard, no, I can't be found.
as the ground shakes the dirt fills my mouth
And the earth I lay in drowns my out.

Is death or is this life?
See one is so easy, one is a fight.
use care, my when comes the day's end,
You can die many times tomorrow begins.

I can type out my but can't press send.
I do that kills me but fear for the end.
When I turn to the and look deep within.
I need a doctor, but maybe a friend.

There's a man to my north, but he's the east.
I get on my knees and I beg and I plead,
"Help me, me, you're all that I need",
But before I continue, he and leaves.

My starts to shrink as I'm left all alone,
back to the mirror, and my eyes meet a ghost.
And as i stare he in close and whispers...
"What do you want me?"

He talks with my voice, but he for himself.
I ask we are then he opens his mouth.
"I tremble to think of a life doubt,
Where everyone things from just word of mouth.

When you the worlds when you learn what's inside.
I promise it's easy, just in my eyes.
These eyes are yours, and behind them you'll find
What you and me, not a brain, but a mind"

And as he spoke through me rhythm and rhyme,
I feel my mouth move and hear from inside.
But these words I hear, no these are not mine.
Is this God up or the devil in line?

Then the man in the mirror, he tells me my has come.
And he says that useless to run.

Life ain't black and white, he to say,
Instead, The pain we feel is of grey.
His is graphite, but yours is slate, so don't let his pain your fate.
See mine in pewter, but hers is in ash,
We feel the same cause we're on different paths.

And as he he shook and thrashed,
And I felt a cold shiver run my back.
I it was truth, these words can't be fiction.
My soul slipped through his elegant diction.

"You many things when you hear things to listen,
So using words to force others positions.
your past but hold onto your vision,
Live for today, cause the is a prison."

He with a clarity, made himself known,
And That's when I his words were my own.

The blood of my fathers that through my veins,
Is inside me, I'm going insane.
But there's something about all hurt and confusion,
That gives peace of mind, I'm finally lucid.

The man facing is now back from the north,
But this time he's me, now he wants more.
I to my right and I see the sun rising,
And realize that day is nighttime disguising.

To my left, in the mirror, I my repentance.
The death I now live is my own sentence,
But I won't accept it this coffin guidance,
I turn to the mirror and out in silence...
"What do you want me?"

The mirror before me distorts my
I from myself for myself's own protection
a reason I'm buried here, learning a lesson,
The one who knew was my own reflection.